Lin Pingzhi
Hearing those familiar words, Wang Yue felt utterly speechless. If he hadn't been giving Yuan Jin Xia the constable some face, he would have beaten those local thugs—who'd caused trouble just because they knew a little kung fu—so badly they'd have been left crippled. Why else would he have given them the chance to make threats?
With Wang Yue protecting them, and Yue Lingshan's kung fu being quite good, the two women hadn't suffered any losses.
Watching the thugs run away, Yue Lingshan said unhappily, "This whole trip to Hangzhou has been ruined by that bunch of hooligans."
Yuan Jin Xia felt the same way. "Exactly. Wherever you go, local thugs are the most annoying."
Listening to the two women complain, Wang Yue didn't join in. He walked over to the young gentleman and asked with concern, "Brother, are you all right?"
The young gentleman shook his head and said with a wry smile, "It's nothing serious. I, Lin Pingzhi, prided myself on being skilled in kung fu, but I never expected to get bullied by some hooligans. It's really humiliating."
Wang Yue's eyes lit up at that. This was Lin Pingzhi? What an incredible coincidence!
He looked Lin Pingzhi over carefully and saw that the young man really was handsome, though he seemed rather soft. He and Linghu Chong were practically polar opposites.
Seeing Wang Yue sizing him up without saying a word, Lin Pingzhi asked in confusion, "Is something wrong with me, Young Master?"
Wang Yue came back to himself and shook his head at once. "No. I just think you're too kind. If you'd been a little harsher, how could those thugs have hurt you?"
Hearing Wang Yue's words, the two Lin family attendants hurried to agree. "Exactly. Our young master is simply too kind.